Why not me?

I've always been worried about falling in love with the wrong person. Worried about if they'd cheat or fall out of love with me. It started with some simple conversations before slowly becoming long dates, sweet memories. Before she came along, your new co-worker. A pretty beach-blonde with bright blue eyes. Perfect in every single way.

Never thought anything of it until you started coming home late. Smelling like gin and a cheap perfume. Though I never wanted to question it. I didn't want to ruin our own relationship, nor did I want to believe that you wanted someone else but me. Until you told me you were going on a business trip. A two day trip, right to Paris. The city known for love.

So sadly I waited the day you returned. Noticing the dark hickey on your neck and the lipstick mark left on your white shirts collar. Curiously I check you suitcase as you went to shower. Finding a expensive necklace box. A simple silver heart pendant. His co-workers name "Sofia" carved into it. Why couldn't it have been me? Why did he love her? Whats so perfect about someone else not me...?